Your Left

Opening a drawer
my fingers
pushed aside
the broken necklaces
and old currency
Buried
within the emptiness
lay half a heart
cluttered against
paperclips
and drawing pins
I reached to resuscitate
but it was too late
Pounded and beaten
it perished
years before
waiting for reunion
Placing it back
Bypassed
amongst the oddments
into that desecrated plot
an upturned memory
of my right half
and your left